draco had been overcome with glee at gryffindor's loss, leaving vega to pinch his ear almost every hour of every day.
he had finally taken off his bandages, andcelebrated having the full use of both arms again by doing spiritedimitations of harry falling off his broom. draco spent much of theirnext potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon; ronfinally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at draco,which hit him in the face and caused snape to take fifty points from gryffindor. vega had laughed out loud, losing them another ten.
everyone seemed a bit skittish as they made their way to defence against the dark arts, the nagging fear that snape would be teaching it again lingering.
it didn't help vega that her usual sickness had come around, her head pounding and stomach churning as her vision turned hazier.
thankfully, as vega peeked her head in the classroom, she noticed professor lupin was back at work. it certainly looked as though he hadbeen ill. his old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there weredark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class asthey took their seats, and they burst at once into an explosion ofcomplaints about snape's behavior while lupin had been ill.
he's totally a werewolf. twinsies
"it's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"
"we don't know anything about werewolves two rolls of parchment!"
"only vega did really good! she's smart, though" someone pointed out and vega shrunk in on herself slightly.
"did you tell professor snape we haven't covered them yet?" lupin asked,frowning slightly and sending a glance vega's way. the babble broke out again."yes, but he said we were really behind he wouldn't listen --"
